I See All Love In Lowly Things

I see all love in lowly things, No less than in the lusts of kings: All beauty, shape and comeliness, All valour, strength and gentleness, All genius, wit and holiness.

Out of corruption comes the flower, The corn is kindred with the clay; The plough-hand is a hand of power, Nobler than gold, brighter than day.

Then let the leper lift his head, The cripple dance, the captive sing, The beggar reap and eat his bread-- He is no baser than a king!